Monica suppressed a scream as she stared into Maxwell’s eyes. What she saw reflecting back to her from those glowing orbs was her own personal vision of Hell. Impossible to describe to anybody else, Monica recognized it as her own. She felt trapped, locked into position, almost frozen solid.
“Go ahead and scream,” said Max. “It might make you feel better.”
I was born at the American Hospital in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France. I find inspiration in the lives of so many people from Joan of Arc to Oscar Wilde. While my primary avocation is photography, I also enjoy philosophy, theology and most of all, history. My beloved wife, Robin Anne Smith, who passed away in 2013 is also an inspiration to me. My beloved partner, Dana is also a great support and inspiration to me. I'd be remiss if I did not mention my cats: Maxwell, and Nigel.